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obsessedwithceleste · 27 days

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Good Things Fall Apart

Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: based on this request🫶🏽 a series of flashbacks spanning the course of your shattered relationship with the infamous Theodore Nott.

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The world around you blurs as you stumble hazily over to the circle of sofas surrounding the fireplace of the Slytherin common room. Music is blaring loudly, pumping through your veins as you search the table for another drink.

“Woah there, maybe it’s time we switch you over to water,” Blaise says, hastily grabbing onto your arm to steady you.

“Nuh uh, just saw Theodore’s tongue down some witches throat. Don’t wanna remember anything from tonight,” you slur, grabbing the neck of the first bottle you see and carelessly knocking it back.

The image of Theo leaning against the wall, arms caged around another witch who wasn’t you as he practically devoured her flashed through your mind as you inhaled the burning liquid.

With a heavy sigh, Blaise resigns himself to helping you onto the sofa, slowly lowering you down onto the plush haven and discreetly moving the still half full bottle away from you.

“You seen Daph?” You ask, still far too sober for your liking.

Blaise shakes his head. “She and Pans ran off together ages ago.” He replies, looking at you with pity.

You hated that. When people felt bad for you. Always giving you sorrowful looks and whispering amongst one another.

“What the hell happened between the two of you anyway? I thought you two were all in love or something,” he asks, sitting down lazily next to you as the familiar burn of alcohol scorches your throat once more.

Blaise had no idea where the new bottle had materialized from.

“I thought so too.”

It was a party like this one where you and Theodore had first met. Daphne had invited you to get ready with her and Pansy before hand which had resulted in the three of you being decently buzzed by the time the party was starting. She had giggled about how she was just dying to introduce you to some of the boys she and Pansy had grown up with.

The three of you spent the early stages of the night laughing, dancing, gossiping in the corner, but it wasn’t long before you found yourself alone in the crowd of students, dancing and swaying to the loud, hazy music. You didn’t mind. You loved the feeling of carefree ecstasy that came with blending in with a drunk crowd.

Only you didn’t blend in. At least not to him. His eyes followed you everywhere as you wandered through the throngs of people filling the common room. All the way up to the moment you backed into the tall, brunette, only for him to whisk you off your feet and into his arms where you stayed for the rest of the night.

“Woah, sorry!” You slurred, feeling the heat of another body behind you as you stumbled back out of the way of another couple making a beeline back to the dorms.

Looking up, your eyes met his in a mesmerizing stare as he smirked down at you.

“No worries principessa, I do believe you just fell for me.”

In your drunken state, the corny line was the funniest thing you’d ever heard, and the boy gazes down at you with adoration as you double over with laughter.

You spend the remainder of the party locked in the boys arms, lounging on the sofas overlooking the rest of the crowd.

When his lips aren’t whispering seductively in your ear as he sits wrapped around you, they’re pressed softly against your shoulder, your neck, your throat, and finally your lips.

You remember the addictive feeling of reveling in the boy’s eager attention. Relishing in every electrifying touch, every gentle breath against your skin.

And the hypnotizing way in which he lead you back to his dorm, closing the door swiftly behind you as his eyes darkened with hunger.

You remember feeling scared. Terrified. When you realized what you had done. You didn’t regret it. Of course not. But would he? Would you end up being just another conquest?

Your worries subside that morning however, when strong arms wrap around you once more, pulling you closer, enveloping you in warmth.

“Mine.” The boy murmurs quietly before you both doze off again, basking in each other’s presence.

“There you are! We’ve been searching for you everywhere!” Daphne announces, frolicking over to where you and Blaise had tucked yourselves away to, dragging a very drunk Pansy along behind her.

“Just saw Theo with his latest conquest. That bloody fucking wanker doesn’t know what he lost. I’m bout to whack some sense into that tosser,” Pansy slurs, stumbling over to you and wrapping her arms around you in what is probably supposed to be a comforting hug.

“Thanks Pans, but I think I’d rather not hear about him tonight. Pass me that bottle?” You ask as Pansy happily hands you yet another half full bottle of suspicious liquid.

“Oh that’s so not a healthy coping mechanism,” Daphne mutters, but she doesn’t stop you.

You give the girl a lazy shrug, tipping your drink back.

“Stops me from overthinking,” you reply, slamming the bottle down on the table in front of you.

“Well, we can help with that too. Come on. Sitting here in self pity isn’t any fun. You need to let loose,” Daph replies, dragging you up by one arm while Pansy grabs the other.

You send a desperate look back Blaise’s way, but he only smiles, waving the three of you off.

The pair drag you out into the middle of the packed center of the common room where sweaty bodies are moving in unison to the bass vibrating through the room. Between the deafening music, flashing lights and dark room, the whole place begins to feel surreal.

It doesn’t take long for the three of you to find yourselves lost in the music, belting out lyrics and trying to keep Pansy from falling over. You’re almost able to convince yourself that you’re having a good time when a flash of brown catches your eye.

You turn to see him there. It’s only a moment, but that little glimpse of his eyes burning into you was all you needed to be transported back.

You pull the blanket tighter against you to protect yourself from the cold as you lay with your head cradled comfortably in Theodore’s lap.

It was a cold night to be in the astronomy tower, but it was one of you and Theo’s favorite places, allowing you to stare out into the star filled black abyss.

You loved for moments like these. Quiet moments where you could close your eyes and when you opened them again, you knew Theodore’s eyes would be staring back as if you were the only thing in the world.

You let out a soft breath, watching as the small puff of air disappears into the cold air. It had been a long week.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of your mi amore?” Theo asks, gazing down at you.

“Everything. And nothing I suppose,” you reply.

The two of you had been seeing each other for months now. After the first night the two of you seemed inseparable, constantly seeking each other, you were practically attached at the hip.

Daphne of course was thrilled. She had grown up with Theo and was ecstatic that he was enamored with one of her closest friends. His friends welcomed you with open arms, and you formed a particularly close friendship with one Blaise Zabini. All in all, the two of you fit together with almost perfect ease, slotting into one another’s lives as if you’d been there the whole time.

But it was also the most serious relationship either of you had been in, and it was an especially long one for Theo. And the other girls made sure you knew it. How long would you be able to keep him around? You couldn't possibly be that special.

You had known initially that Theodore had a reputation for making his rounds through Hogwarts’ female population. And you had known that more than one of your classmates had vied for his attention. It hadn't really phased you at the time. You figured that people would move on to the next heart throb. They didn't.

It’s not that they were mean to you necessarily, but they didn’t hide their intentions towards Theodore from anyone either. You did your best to act like it didn't phase you, the blatant attempts to sweep Theo out from under your feet. The entitlement honestly astounded you. But it still stung.

Theo’s approach to it all was willful ignorance. He didn’t care, and he said that neither should you. You were the one he wanted. You tried to believe him. You really did. You wanted to believe him. But there was always a voice in the deep recesses of your mind, reminding you that you were never going to be enough.

Theo’s light hum brought you back to the present as he slowly stroked his fingers through your hair, lulling you back into a calm, serene state. It was a soft side of the boy that he didn’t show often. One that almost made you believe that he meant every word that left his lips when he promised he’d never leave.

“Don’t you worry your pretty head, principessa,” he murmured as your eyes once again fluttered shut.

Blinking quickly you find yourself standing back in the middle of the crowded common room, Daphne and Pansy moving against you in their own little world, entangled in each other’s arms.

Your head was spinning, the effects of all the alcohol really kicking in as your mind raced to make sense of the blurring memories.

You needed to sit down. Or throw up. Or cry. Maybe all of the above.

“I’m going to go find Blaise,” you shout over the music, barely getting the girls’ attention.

“You sure you’ll be alright?” Daphne calls back.

Nodding, you stumble your way through the crowd, pushing past foggy faces of students you couldn’t recognize for the life of you. You didn’t remember this many people ever attending a common room party before. But to be fair, in this state you didn’t remember much at all.

You feel the noise, and the lights, and the growing heat, and the burning scent of alcohol of your breath, and the throngs of people begin to overwhelm you as you scan the crowd wildly looking for where Blaise had wandered off to. He really was an elusive bastard when he wanted to be.

Mind buzzing and eyes flickering desperately around the room, it only takes a moment for a group of girls to rush past you and you feel yourself stumbling back. Then the warm body behind you. And then the strong arms holding you upright.

You look up with alarm and your eyes meet his once more.

You can feel yourself trembling as you stare down at the boy in front of you, sitting on his bed with a look of pure apathy on his face.

You were back in Theo’s dorm. A place that had once felt warm and welcoming now was icy cold as the two of you just stared at each other, locked in a stalemate. You could feel in the pit of your stomach that this wouldn’t end well.

“You really don’t see why I’m upset?” You ask finally, not able to stand the silence any longer.

“I understand perfectly why you’re upset. I just don’t think you should be.” Theo replies, leaning back carelessly.

“Theodore, she kissed you! Right in front of me!” You yell, looking at Theo as if he’d grown an extra head.

“And I walked away!” Theo retorts, rolling his eyes.

“You never stand up for me! Not once have you ever stood up for me in all these months. You just let it happen and expect me to be fine with it because what? You don’t care? Do you know how blatantly disrespectful it is to literally kiss someone else’s boyfriend right in front of them? And then you do nothing! What is wrong with you? Why?” You cry the pent up frustration finally getting to you.

How could he possibly not understand?

“I’m defending you by not engaging! None of them matter, just ignore them!”

“You’re doing nothing! Would it kill you to just tell them to stop? Just once?”

“It’s not like I’m encouraging it!”

“Well you’re certainly not stopping it!” You feel the tears well up in your eyes as they begin slowly pouring down your face.

What was truly so hard about this concept that he couldn’t grasp?

“Why are you being so fucking dramatic?”

“Why are you acting like you hate me?”

“Because I hate the fact that you’re blowing this whole thing out of proportion!”

“Well what did you want me to do? Not say anything? Just carry on like my feelings don’t mean anything?” You ask, the hot stream of tears refusing to stop as you continue to stare at the boy.

Theo lets out an agitated sigh, his head falling back in frustration.

“Obviously your feelings matter,” he groans, obviously over the conversation. But you weren’t.

“Obviously not to you.” You snap done with the entire situation. Done with feeling like nothing you did was enough. Done with pretending you didn’t see the other girls fawning over your boyfriend. Done with your boyfriend ignoring how you felt. Just done.

The tears finally roll to a stop and with one last shake of your head, you turn and begin walking towards the door.

“Don’t-“ you hear Theo call.

Slowly, you turn to face the boy.

“Don’t what?” You ask, waiting for the boy to ask you to stay. To not leave. Anything.

You’re met with silence.

Without another word, you turn once more, the door thudding closed behind you.

“Sorry,” you mumble, pulling yourself from Theo’s arms as he continues to stare down at you, arms falling lifelessly to his side.

“Careful, or someone might think you fell for me,” he murmurs, his voice sending chills down your spine.

“Yeah? Well it’s a good thing I didn’t,” you reply, pushing past him. You feel his eyes follow you as you continue stumbling your way back to the dorms. Only when the door is securely shut and you’re wrapped tightly in blankets do you allow the tears to start flowing once more.

Sometimes good things really did have to fall apart.

They asked for angst y'all

On a totally separate note- I found this song on a playlist called "Frat songs that could resurrect me"- I don't know what business this song has doing on that playlist, but it hits

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adiraargent · 4 months

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In a world full of boys, he's a gentleman <3

Synopsis: the Slytherin boys and the 'gentleman' things they do Warnings: None :) Characters: Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Tom Riddle, Blaise Zabini, Jasper Rowle

This is Part 1 :)

Mattheo Riddle: opening doors for you

"Hey there, my love," Mattheo greeted, flashing a grin as he held the door open for you. You rolled your eyes playfully at the endearment, a fond smile tugging at your lips as you looked up at your boyfriend.

"Always the gentleman, huh?" you teased, stepping through the door of the Slytherin common room as he held open with a light chuckle.

"Hey, gotta treat my girl right," he replied, trailing behind and falling into step beside you. He nudged you gently with his elbow, his laid-back demeanor effortlessly charming.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. His lips lingered for a moment, and you couldn't help but blush at the tenderness of the gesture. "You're my everything," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine adoration.

Whether they were heading to class, grabbing a bite to eat, or just strolling through the castle halls, Mattheo made it a point to hold doors open for you. It wasn't a grand gesture, just a simple act of courtesy, but it spoke volumes about his thoughtfulness.

"You spoil me too much, you know that?" you remarked with a grin, as Mattheo held the door of his dorm for you.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Can't help it. You deserve the world," he shrugged, following you inside. He wrapped his arms around your waist, playfully throwing you on the bed before snuggling up next to you, holding you tightly against his chest.

Their laughter filled the air as they chatted about anything and everything, discussing everything from stupid things their friends had done recently to their favourite movies. Mattheo listened intently, his eyes lighting up as they shared their stories.

Theodore Nott: Holds your face with both hands when kissing you

"Hey," Theodore greeted softly, his fingers trailing gently along your jawline before cupping your face tenderly, drawing you into a sweet kiss. His touch was always gentle, his palms cradling your cheeks as if you were the most precious thing in his world.

"Hi," you whispered against his lips, smiling as he leaned in to press another soft kiss, his touch grounding and comforting.

"Did you have a good day?" Theodore asked, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek as he held your face in his hands.

"Mmm, it was alright. Nothing compared to this though," you replied, your voice softening as he leaned in for another kiss, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

He pulled back slightly, his hands still cupping your face, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazed at you. "You always make everything better."

"You too," you said, feeling a surge of affection as his touch lingered, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your skin.

"Can I just kiss you forever?" he murmured, his forehead resting against yours, his touch never leaving your face.

"That sounds like a plan," you chuckled, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, grounding you in the moment.

As he leaned in for another kiss, his hands framed your face once more, holding you gently but firmly, his touch sending a rush of warmth through you. Each kiss felt like a silent declaration of his love and care, his hands a constant reassurance that you were cherished.

"Promise me something," he said softly, his gaze intense as he held your face in his hands, his touch so tender it made your heart flutter.

"Anything," you replied, feeling a rush of emotion at the sincerity in his eyes.

"Promise you'll never forget how much you mean to me," he whispered, his hands trembling ever so slightly against your skin.

"I promise," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings.

Theodore smiled, his touch becoming even more gentle, as if he was memorizing every contour of your face. "I love you," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling a surge of emotion as his hands cradled your face.

Tom Riddle: Subtle things to make sure you don't get hurt

In the midst of a quiet classroom, Tom and you sat side by side, the ambiance filled with the hushed tones of a lecture. You were unconsciously fiddling with your quill as your tired eyes lingered on the teacher, doing your best to listen to whatever he was saying.

A small sigh slipt from your lips as your dropped your quill, the small object rolling under your desk. As you leaned down to retrieve your quill, Tom subtly shifted, his hand discreetly finding its place at the edge of the desk, ensuring you wouldn't hit your head upon rising.

"Thanks love," you whispered, meeting his eyes for a fleeting moment, noticing the faint blush that graced his cheeks as he quickly looked away.

"Wouldn't want you getting hurt," he murmured, his voice barely audible, trying to cloak his concern with an air of indifference as his eyes went back to the teacher.

"I appreciate it," you replied softly, a small smile playing on your lips, acknowledging his unspoken worry.

Throughout the class, the subtle ways Tom looked out for you were apparent. Whether adjusting his posture to prevent you from bumping elbows or discreetly sliding a book closer to your reach, his actions spoke louder than his reserved words.

As the lesson progressed, you dropped a parchment, and before you could react, Tom swiftly picked it up without a word, his gaze briefly meeting yours with a hint of concern before retreating into his usual stoic demeanor.

"Thanks," you said, your voice warm with gratitude, feeling the corners of his lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile before he composed himself.

"Merlin you're an idiot," he mumbled under his breath, a small smile twitching on the corner of his lips. He loved you, and he did his best to show it. To some, these may just seem like small gestures, but to you, these acts meant everything.

Blaise Zabini: Looking after you while you are sick

"Blaise, I think I'm dying," you groaned, your voice muffled by the mountain of blankets you'd buried yourself under. The room echoed with your misery, and you could practically feel Blaise's amused gaze on you.

"Quite the melodrama you've got going on there," he chuckled, entering the room with a tray in hand.

You peeked out from under the blankets, giving him a weak glare. "This is not melodrama. I'm genuinely dying. I might need to write my will."

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Last I checked, you're broke. And if you're going to die, at least wait until you've cleaned up the mess in the bathroom."

You shot him a scowl before returning to your cocoon of misery. "I'll have you know that this is a serious illness. I even got Pansy to get me a book from the library so I can read about my symptoms."

He set the tray on the bedside table, glancing at you with a mix of amusement and skepticism. "And let me guess, according to Dr. know it all, you have a rare tropical disease only found in the depths of the Amazon rainforest?"

"No, it says I have a severe case of man flu," you deadpanned, voice muffled by the blankets.

Blaise burst into laughter. "Man flu? Really?"

You shot him a glare from under the covers.

He shook his head, still chuckling. "Ok, ok. I come bearing gifts to nurse you back to health."

He lifted the tray to reveal a steaming bowl of soup and a cup of hot tea. Your eyes lit up, and you managed to sit up, sniffling pathetically.

"Ah, the healing powers of chicken soup," he declared dramatically, handing you the bowl.

You took it gratefully, inhaling the comforting aroma. "You're the best, you know that?"

"I try," he said with a wink, settling onto the bed beside you. "Now, eat up. We can't have you wasting away on my watch."

As you sipped the soup, Blaise watched you with a soft smile. "Feeling a bit better already?"

You nodded, the warmth of the soup soothing both your throat and your mood. "Maybe I won't die today after all."

He chuckled, running a hand through your hair. "Good to know. I was planning on having a quiet night in, not attending a funeral."

You swatted him playfully, earning a smirk from Blaise. "You're lucky I'm too weak to defend myself properly."

"Consider it a mercy on my part," he teased, taking a sip of his own tea.

As the night wore on, Blaise stayed by your side, occasionally offering more soup, fetching tissues, and regaling you with stories to keep your mind off your misery.

"You're surprisingly good at this whole nurse thing," you admitted, snuggling into the blankets.

He grinned, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Well, when the patient is you, it's almost enjoyable."

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile played on your lips. "I must be really sick for you to admit that."

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "Maybe you're just bringing out my softer side."

You sighed dramatically. "I never signed up for a softer Blaise Zabini."

"Too late now," he replied with a smirk, holding you a little tighter. "You're stuck with me, even if I have to nurse you back to health every now and then."

You leaned into his embrace, feeling grateful for the care and comfort he provided. "I suppose I can live with that."

And as you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in blankets and the warmth of Blaise's presence, you couldn't help but feel that maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all, especially when you had someone like him to take care of you.

(This is my favourite for sure)

Jasper Rowle: Doing your shoelaces

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden glow into the room as you and Jasper sat comfortably on a bench in Hogsmede just of to the side of Zonko's, enjoying a leisurely stroll that had turned into a serene moment of shared silence.

"Oops," you pouted, looking down at your untied shoelaces, a small sigh falling from your lips as you went to go and tie your laces.

"I've got it darlin'," Jasper said with a gentle smile, bending down on one knee before her.

"Jasper, you really don't have to," you protested, a faint blush gracing your cheeks at the unexpected gesture.

He shook his head with a grin, his fingers deftly working on your shoelaces. "I've got it, can't have my girl tripping on her own shoelaces, can I?"

You chuckled softly, unable to hide your affectionate smile as you watched him tie the laces with care. "You're too good to me, you know that?"

He glanced up at her with a warm smile. "'Just don't want you getting hurt."

As he finished, he ran his thumb over your knee softly a few times before standing up and placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, causing your heart to flutter. The simple act filled you with warmth and adoration.

"Thank you," you murmured, touched by his gesture.

"Anytime, my love."

Their fingers intertwined as they resumed their stroll through Hogsmede, the cool breeze carrying the faint scent of baked goods, more than likely from a stall near by. The world seemed to slow down around them as they walked hand in hand, enjoying each other's company.

Hi all! This is my first post, hope you enjoyed it :) I take requests for many different fandoms and characters <3

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mrsriddlenott · 9 months

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~ First Time ~

Bf!Theodore Nott x Virgin!reader

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Warnings: Loss of Virginity, Fingering, Oral(f!receiving), Praise Kink(kinda?), Smut&Fluff.

(Im pretty sure I corrected any mess ups but please lmk if I missed any)

You were next to your boyfriend on his bed reading up on Ancient Runes for an exam when you felt Theo’s cold hand rubbing up and down your thigh. As you attempted to keep reading, the added distraction of soft kisses being placed up and down your neck and shoulder, made it quite difficult.

“Keep reading Baby,” Theo’s breath tickled your ear before he shifted his body lower to trail kisses over your collar bones and chest.

You and Theo had done many things together, you just for some reason, never felt quite right going further. There were many times similar to this that Theo would disappear beneath the covers and make you wonder why you hadn’t done it yet, but this time you were positive it’s what you wanted.

Theo’s fingers latched under your leggings and thin lace underwear to pull them off. As he admired you naked in front of him his dick twitched at the thought of what it might feel like to be inside of you. However, if there was one thing Theodore Nott was good at, it was being patient, especially when it came to pleasing his girl.

He kissed and nipped at your bare thighs as you failed to keep reading your book, deciding instead to toss it aside and snatch the blanket off of you both to watch your boyfriend. His piercing eyes stared into yours as he swiped his tongue up from your entrance to your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. One of Theo’s large hands planted itself on your lower belly to keep you from squirming as he flicked his tongue faster.

You let out a load moan at his actions making Theo chuckle against you, “Such pretty sounds Baby,” he whispered before again speeding up his work. You tugged on his soft locks between your legs, making him groan as your back arched and your head fell back. Theo’s eyes never left you as he shoved his middle and ring finger fully inside you without warning.

You let out a shriek of pleasure as his fingers and tongue worked in sync to shock your system. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to feel him, you had to finally have him.

“Theo I want you,” You could barley speak through moans and gasps as he moved his fingers faster with a chuckle, “Theo please I wa- I need you, right now.” He only grinned and continued his tongue’s pace for just a second before lifting his head to speak, letting his fingers move in and out of you now at a slower pace.

“What’d you say Baby? You’re gonna have to speak up.” Theo grinned up at you as his fingers pressed against your g-spot eliciting a breathy moan of his name.

“I’m ready Theo, I want to, right now.” You sigh out between moans before gasping as his fingers slip out of you, moving to plant himself over your entire body.

His face hovered over yours, one hand holding himself up next to your head as the other caressed your side “Really Baby? You’re sure?” His voice was barley above a whisper as he asked for your consent.

“Yes Theo I am, I trust you.” He smiled down at you, catching your lips in a quick kiss before leaning back, yanking his shirt over his head as he did so. His hands fell to your chest, feeling your nipples grow hard through his white button up as he played with them.

“I do love when you wear my clothes Baby but I am gonna to need to take this off, is that ok?” You nodded in agreement with a wide smile letting his hands go down to unbutton the shirt before you pull it off and throw it aside.

He quickly grabbed your exposed chest with a sigh as his other hand expertly unfastened his belt, pulling it from it’s loops and throwing it somewhere in his room with a loud metallic clank that made goosebumps grow over your exposed skin. His hands left you entirely has he kneeled in front of you to hastily pull down his jeans and boxers before kicking them off.

He slowly repositioned himself above you as your hands trailed up his arms and chest. He spread your legs slightly as he softly brought his lips to yours, quickly exploring your mouth with his tongue. You could now feel how hard he was against your thigh and you excitedly and expectedly squirmed below him.

He slowly slid himself up and down through your wet folds as he pushed himself up to watch your face for signs of discomfort. When you whimpered and whined with closed eyes in response, he could tell you weren’t just doing this for him and kept going.

Theo couldn’t help the smile that came to his face when your eyebrows scrunched together as his tip finally slipped inside you. He eased himself in slowly, stretching you out while leaning forward to kiss down your neck.

When a slightly pained whimper left your mouth he stilled to let you adjust and placed gentle, reassuring kisses across your shoulder before whispering against your ear, “It’s okay Baby, m’gonna make you feel good I promise,” His hot breath and words in your ear had you squirming and clenching on him.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as he took one of your hands from his shoulders and enclosed it in his own on the sheets beside your head, “Baby can I keep going?” His eyes met yours, barley hearing your whispered reply of yes as he focused solely on you.

He groaned as he sheathed himself further inside you, gripping your hand harder as he felt his tip hit your cervix. Stopping his movements, he trailed his eyes between your bodies to where he disappeared inside of you, making him smile cockily.

“Oh look at you Baby, taking all of me like the good girl you are.” You squirmed around him at his words earning a growl and smile as his eyes returned to you.

He leaned down on his forearm to fully connect his skin to yours and began moving his hips back and forth slowly, taking your lips in his own as his free hand tangled itself in you hair to cradle the side of your head. Your whimpers of pain soon turned into moans of pleasure drowned by Theo’s lips as your hand trailed up and around his neck to get lost in his hair. Theo allows himself to pull out farther with each thrust until he’s practically taking himself out all the way and softly returning as his lips left yours to trail love bites up and down your neck.

“Faster please Theo,” You moaned with your eyes shut as he grinned against the growing bruises on your skin. He slightly sped up his movements with each thrust until he was fucking you at a steady pace. He quickly took note of how your walls were clenching around him and your moans were slowly becoming small squeaks of pleasure before your back arched away from his bed as you came around him with a silent scream of pleasure.

He moaned loudly against your neck at your movements, “Ahhh fuuuck Baby,” His voice was breathless as he slowed inside you, his grip on your hand becoming so tight you thought it could break. “Fuck…do you want me to stop?”

“No no no please don’t Theo,” You spoke between pants that quickly became moans again as Theo’s pace automatically picked up faster than before at your words. He drove himself in and out of you letting you ride out your orgasm as he moaned and groaned into your ear.

“You feel fucking amazing y/n,” He spoke before his dick twitched and his muscles tensed. His body shook slightly as he emptied himself inside you making no move to pull out. He let the lower half of his body fall onto you for a second, one hand still holding yours, before the other removed itself from your hair to push himself up and out of you.

“I love you so fucking much y’know that?” He breathed as he littered your face with kisses. You tried to catch your breath from underneath him as he chuckled happily at you.

“I lo…love you…too Theo” You managed before he left a quick peck on your lips and excitedly hopped up off the bed with a giddy smile on his face to retrieve a towel to clean you with.

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#theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott smut #smut #yn #virgin!reader #fluff #smut and fluff #theodore nott fluff #harry potter #harry potter smut #hp fandom #harry potter fluff

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bilbysaurus · 22 days

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Dating a Slytherin Headcanons

(bc im back into my Marauders/Harry Potter Phase)

(love sza 🫶)

i feel like dating a slytherin sums up kill bill

would do anything

theyre like the phrase

a hero would sacrifice you up for the world

but a villian

or in this case a slytherin

would sacrifice the world for you.

very like powerful kissers

like after a kiss

your dizzy and shit

need to sit down and all that

not a peck

a kith

jealous little hoes

if your talking to someone

theyll just come behind you and kiss your forehead

and wrap their arms around your waist

while mf DEATH STARING the other person

and they get scared of

you just wanted to know the homework too

catching their foul vocabulary

like the 'swear words'

like fuck, shit, bitch

not mudbloods (love u mione)

swearing when happy or sad or worried or jealous or-

randomly swearing

getting in trouble for it

doing alot of shit talking

alot

"why does she look like an acid attack victim fucked freddy krueger and had a child and shes the spawn."

buying you stuff

like jewerlly, trinkets, whatever your heart desires

low pda

but if they NEED to

heh

THEY WILL

touch starved

especially the purebloods

having being raised by those kinda parents

they also don't know how to show their emotions

theyll just bottle it up

pull an elsa

"DoNt LeT tHeM KnOWowOwoWo"

(pretty sure she said that.)

when you get them to talk about it

they might start crying

just beware

multilingual

and it sounds so...

HAWT

🥵

and they notice

then they get smug and shit

and give you compliments in said language

secretly a big softie

they all are

having slytherin friends

scary dog privilege yk

take good care of them

or ill come for u 🥰

∞ euphoria

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mattiesgirl · 7 months

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I believe in Italian Theodore nott like this man can and will speak fluent Italian to you just to confuse your brain before kissing you …

#theodore nott #theo nott #x yn #theo nott x you #theo nott x y/n #hogwarts houses #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #italy #italian #slytherin #slytherin boys

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beansmack2021 · 10 months

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Harry Potter Prompt Fanfic Masterlist

More will be added in the near future

Marauders Era:

Prompt 18

Summary:

The reader grows frustrated with her friends' odd behavior and decides to investigate. She learns the real reason behind their strange conduct the hard way.

Prompt 19

Summary:

The reader, fully aware of the Marauders monthly endeavors, enjoys a few hours of chatting with Sirius before The Prank takes place. She learns the truth of what happens and snaps at Sirius the next day.

Golden Era:

Prompt 4

Summary:

The reader has strict parents who don't accept less than excellence. When Snape announces a Potions exam toward the end of the week, the already very studious girl starts to stay up cramming instead of sleeping.

Prompt 10

Summary:

The reader is forced to face the Boggart in her Defense Against the Dark Arts class. However, she's not allowed to cast the Riddikulus charm to defeat it.

Prompt 14

Summary:

Mattheo and the reader are in a relationship while Umbridge is Headmistress of Hogwarts. She catches the reader as she's reading a note Mattheo passed, and gives her detention.

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mattheo-riddle-fan · 11 months

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26wh57 · 6 months

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#harry potter #slytherin boys #theodore nott #Draco #fyp2023 #fypart #fyppage #steve harrington x y/n fluff #mattheo riddle #tom riddle #pov #yn #fypfypfypfypfypfypdypfypfypfypfypfypfyfpfyfpfyp

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lovemomhatepolice · 10 days

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masterlist (of masterlists)

soon I will add everything one by one!

formula 1

harry potter

football/soccer

outer banks

A/N: under each link there are still expansions! so that everyone can easily find something for themselves <3

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

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dracosbabygirl8 · 3 months

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HIS LOSS, MY WIN

Draco Malfoy x slytherin!reader

angst x fluff

SUMMARY : in which, Draco and y/n recount their childhood friendship and the events that led them to finally acknowledge their feelings for each other.

WARNING : use of y/n, death of y/n mother, cheating on by Cedric with Cho Chang (don’t get me wrong i love them both it’s just for the plot), swearing, kissing

n/a : (the banner’s supposed to be : draco’s, y/n’s and cedric’s hands. i didn’t know if it was really understandable). sorry if it's a bit repetitive, but it's intentional to provide insight into their two distinct points of view. I hope you enjoy it!

headcanon & moodboard here

PREAMBLE

DRACO’S POV

I've known y/n since we were toddlers. Coming from respectable pureblood families, we often found ourselves attending various dinners, balls, and fancy events together. That's how we became friends. I made it my mission to annoy her more than anyone else, just to catch her attention. I can still vividly recall the moment she laughed at my teasing and tried to come back at me with her own clever retort, her eyes sparkling with amusement reflecting the unspoken bond that was forming between us. Little did I know that those childish exchanges would lay to foundation for feelings that would withstand the test of time. My crush on her has persisted for as long as I can remember.

I've always wanted and tried to be as present as possible for her, especially during her darker times... In turn, she has consistently stood by me, attentively listening and making an effort to understand my unspoken emotions during moments when I struggled to put words on my feelings. She's the only person on earth with whom I feel comfortable enough to reveal my true self and my feelings. Except those I have for her…

Times were perfect when we both entered hogwarts and were sorted into slytherin house. We could spend endless hours together—skipping classes just to chill in the common room, cuddling near the fireplace for hours under the pretense of studying, spending entire nights in each other's dorms talking about our big dreams and how we plan to take over the world. She never missed one of my quidditch matches, cheering me on with unwavering support. My feelings for her only grew wider, and from an innocent crush, I started to become completely obsessed with her.

Although, in fourth year, I admit I started to lose patience. With all the hints I gave her, how could she be so blind? So I tried another method that Blaise advised me, apparently it worked for him and Pansy. So, as he told me to do, I started hitting on other girls who showed interest in me. The plan was to make her jealous, hoping it would trigger her to realize she might have feelings for me beyond friendship, but... she never did. On the contrary, she even seemed to enjoy my hookup stories, I guess. So I took part in this mess and tried to move on with anyone I could find…

Later, she started dating that bloody Diggory. I tried my best to warn her that this guy was just a fucking idiot, but she thought I was trying to sabotage her. To be honest, that's exactly what I was trying to do, but it was for her own good. I could have guessed how it would end up for them... Anyway, I thought that I had moved on and that maybe we could finally have a real platonic friendship since she was with someone else. But watching her laugh at his jokes, gaze at him like he was putting the stars in the sky, cheer for him at our quidditch matches, or hold his hand when it should have been mine—it was stronger than me. I had to distance myself from her, otherwise, I would’ve completely lost it and decked the guy. It tore me apart to do so, and she probably thought I'm just an asshole for ignoring her, but I had no choice. When I saw her give up on us, it hurt me badly, but she was happy, so that's all that mattered, right?

Y/N POV

I've known Draco Malfoy since we were in diapers. Being an Avery, from a long line of respected wizards, our families have been intertwined for generations. We attended plenty banquets, dinners, and parties together, fostering a beautiful and strong friendship.

Over time, he became the closest friends i've ever had. He was incredibly supportive and comforting when my dear mother tragically passed away. On my part, I was well aware of everything regarding his father's strictness and the type of abuse he might have endured. I've witnessed him in all his states and moods, and I believe nobody, not even himself, knows him better than I do.

Our entrance to hogwarts only brought us closer, as we were both sorted into slytherin. I may started developing a huge crush on Draco in the third year, and it persisted until the fifth year. However, I tried my best to resign myself because it was clear he only saw me as a friend—a very close friend, maybe even a sister—but nothing more. We were used to being inseparable and close, like very close. People often thought that we were secretly dating. I wouldn’t have minded it, but he never made a move in this direction, so I just kept patiently waiting. Despite leaving him subtle hints of my feelings, it felt like whispering to a deaf ear.

With time, I attempted to move on for my own sake, though not without a little assistance. I wasn't actively seeking a relationship, as my thoughts remained focused on Draco. Eventually, I crossed paths with someone who genuinely appreciated me for who I am, showing interest in me and only me. After multiple dates in Hogsmeade and long-night talks in the botanical greenhouse, I decided to give Cedric Diggory a chance. While this relationship may not have had Draco's approval, I assumed it was because Cedric was in hufflepuff and also not from a pure lineage of wizards like we were. Nevertheless, it didn't matter to me, Cedric was kind, understanding, and I loved him, assuming he loved me too.

As Cedric and I began spending more time together, I distanced myself slightly from Draco. Just a bit, but it was necessary, given the longstanding feelings I had for him. For the sake of my new relationship's health, I needed to return to a normal, platonic friendship with Draco. I still attempted to hang out with him after class in the slytherin common room or for study sessions at the library. But weeks after weeks and negative answers after negative answers, I began to realize that he was simply ignoring me on purpose, even avoiding me. Unfortunately, with the stubbornness known to slytherins, I never run after him. We became mere acquaintances, exchanging casual greetings like « What’s up, Malfoy? » when I spotted him in the common room, to which he'd reply « Y’good, Avery? ». That was the extent of our interactions in a whole week—no more chuckles at his silly jokes or pranks, no more cuddles on the common room sofa, and no more dances at the Malfoy's ball. Even though I occasionally caught him staring at me during classes, he always averted his gaze when I noticed.

NOW

You hurried through the dimly lit corridors of hogwarts, your heart pounding in your chest, each step echoing with your distress. Sobbing uncontrollably, tears streamed down your cheeks, blurring your vision as you desperately rubbed your eyes, trying to erase the haunting image burned into your mind.

•••

A few hours ago, even though it was way past curfew, sleep eluded you and you couldn't shake off your restlessness. Tired of tossing and turning in bed, you decided to stop fighting your insomnia. You quickly penned a message to your boyfriend and sent it off with your owl: « Meet me at the astronomy tower. Love, y/n. »

As you made your way through the slytherin corridor, you couldn’t ignore the sounds of a woman’s moans emanating from Draco’s dorm as you passed by. Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you realized that Draco may have found himself new company for the evening, a revelation that left you feeling a mixture of frustration and disappointment. Nevertheless, you cleared your mind and navigated from the dungeon to the astronomy tower. As you ascended the stairs of the tower, your heart sank when you discovered your boyfriend was already there. However, he wasn't alone. You watched in disbelief as he embraced Cho Chang from behind, their gazes fixed upon the stars, exchanging tender kisses on her neck. Frozen in place, you let out a silent gasp. It felt as though your heart shattered into a million pieces, as if the entire sky had come crashing down upon you.

Lost in their own world of love, they didn’t even notice you standing there behind them. Feeling utterly humiliated, you swiftly turned on your heels, unable to bear witnessing any more of their intimate moment. You lacked the strength to confront them in that moment of raw emotion, deciding to save it for when you had regained your composure. Struggling to contain your anger and resisting the urge to hex those mf, you can’t help but fall on tears. During your seemingly endless journey back, you couldn’t help but connect the dots: the sudden change in his behavior towards you, the discomfort evident in his expression whenever his friends referred to you as his « slytherin girlfriend » —something he always seemed uneasy about— and his newfound eagerness to attend ravenclaw parties.

As anger slowly gave way to overwhelming sadness and humiliation, you found yourself passing Draco’s dorm again in the slytherin corridor on your way back to your own. The temptation to knock and fall in tears in the arms of your (ex) best friend was strong. Deciding it wasn't the right time for him as well, and fearing rejection and appearing desperate, you continued walking. But a sudden change of heart made you turn back. Whatever he was doing you needed to see him, even if you weren’t entirely sure why. With a heavy heart, you knocked on the door, sniffling as you called out « Dray, it's me... I didn't know if you are asleep or alo-». Before you could finish your sentence, the door swung open abruptly, revealing Draco standing before you, shirtless. He didn’t even take the time to greeted you, immediately sensing your distress « What's happened? And who did it? » his eyes filled with concern and anger. Tearfully, you admitted « Cedric cheated on me ». His jaw and his fist clenched as he widened the door, inviting you inside. Stepping into his fancy and perfectly tidy room, Draco offered surprisingly calm « Do you want me to hurt him? Say one word, and I'll break his fucking nose with my bare hands » standing right in front of you. Despite your pain, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly « No, that's not why I came here ». Confused, he asked, furrowing his eyebrows « So, why did you came here? ».

You replied with confusion « Actually, nothing… I just wanted your company, I guess ». Draco remained silent, his gaze fixed on you as you pondered the situation « But, you know what, that’s stupid. Forget about it… » you trailed off, already turning to leave. Draco quickly grabbed one of your wrists, his voice barely above a whisper « You knocked on the right door, darling » He guided you to the bed and settled against the headboard. « Come here » he said softly, patting the space beside him, one arm open, a clear invitation to cuddle. You joined him, feeling utterly miserable and convinced he must pity you. However, Draco felt nothing but pity. Pity wasn’t something he often felt. Right now he feels anger primarily directed at Cedric, a slight frustration towards you for not heeding his many warnings that « Cedric is a dick », a layer of guilt and regrets for not admitting his feelings earlier, that might have spared you this pain, and sadness because he knew you felt it too. But never pity.

You leaned into him, seeking comfort in his strong embrace as he wrapped his arms around you, creating a safe haven. « He never deserved you » he whispered softly, not to confort you but because he genuinely meant it. Chuckling lightly, you admitted « You might be right… whatever, losing him isn’t what’s tearing me apart right now ». Draco raised an eyebrow in curiosity « What then? ». You sat up on one elbow and meet his gaze « It’s the fact that he cheated and moved on to someone else like she’s some upgrade. And now she’ll think it too. I’ll have to see her smug face every day at school, knowing she thinks she’s got something more than me. » Draco’s eyes widened in disbelief, a scoff escaping his lips « So, you’re telling me you’re not upset about losing him, but because your ego’s been bruised? That’s some next-level stuff » he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. You couldn’t help but laugh at his straightforward take « Yeah, it does sound a bit self-centered, doesn’t it? Maybe I didn’t love him as much as I thought… It’s his loss, anyway. » you declared with newfound confidence. He grinned at your words, knowing that if it was Cedric’s loss, it was undoubtedly Draco’s gain.

You resign yourself to the realization that Cedric and you weren’t a real match. How could you be, when just being near Draco makes you almost forget the entire cheating affair? And then there’s the way your heart races when he gently caresses your arm to comfort you. You used to believe your relationship with Cedric worked because you were distanced from Draco. But deep down, you always knew that Cedric would never be Draco… And now, you feel a sense of guilt and sadness, questioning whether your heart will forever belong to him, even if he didn’t want it back… Little did you know, he wants it more than anything in the universe.

Only a few seconds passed before he retorted, his touch gentle as he brushed your hair back « She’ll never be half of you, it’s indeed his loss » he said softly, pausing to take a deep breath as you closed your eyes and started to relax in the arms of your bestfriend, relieved that your friendship remained intact. « I would have treated you so much better than he could’ve ever » he mumbles in a sigh, but loud enough for you to heard it.

Unbeknownst to you, Draco’s heart raced almost as fast as yours. Internally, he berated himself for letting his true feelings slip. You couldn’t believe you heard him correctly. « Wha-what did you just say? » you stammered, your eyes widening in surprise. Draco looked at you for a moment before closing himself like an oyster « Nothing » his demeanor turning cold as he avoided your gaze. But you refused to let it slide, too shaken by his confession to simply move on « No, Dray, did you just insinuate… » you trailed off, needing an explanation. « You heard me right. I insinuated that I could be a way better boyfriend for you than that fucking wimp » his tone almost bitter, though you were too preoccupied to pay much attention to it. You knew Draco well enough to recognize his defense mechanism—he got angry when he felt vulnerable. « What do you want to mean by that? » narrowing your eyebrows in confusion. « It’s not the proper time or place to talk about it. Just forget it » He replied harshly, waving his hand dismissively. But you weren’t about to let him off the hook so easily « No no, you’re not going to brush this off like you usually do. Answer me, please. » it was more an order than a demand, if you haven’t add the “please”.

He gazed deeply into your eyes, as if he wanted to peer into your soul. There was a moment of profound silence that stretched on for what felt like an eternity, until he finally clenched his jaw, took a deep breath, and began to speak. « It’s fucking clear as day, y/n. » he started, his voice tinged with frustration « I’ve had bloody feelings for you for years. Everyone obviously saw it except you! ». Your jaw dropped at his revelation, your hands trembling and you feel yourself sweating. « Saw what? You never mentioned anything about it…» you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. He clenched his jaw again, clearly irritated by the situation—not by you, but by the prospect of voicing his feelings aloud, the uncertainty of potentially losing you after this confession, and above all, the discomfort of facing vulnerability, a feeling he despised.

« Well, they saw the way I complimented you every time I saw you... the way I am so fucking protective over you... the way I always wanted to be around you and spent time with you... » he paused, his voice softening as he leaned in closer « the fucking way I look at you.. does that help you understand this better? » You froze for a moment, unable to comprehend the gravity of his words. The earlier events with Cedric and his new girl seemed like a distant memory now. It took you a good minute to process what you had just heard, during which time Draco was the most nervous he had ever been, anxiously awaiting your reaction.

Suddenly, you buried your head in your hands, loudly exclaiming to yourself « I’m so fucking stupid! ». Draco couldn’t quite comprehend your reaction, but he couldn’t bear to see you overwhelmed like this. Instantly, he was overcome with a too familiar feeling: guilt. He couldn’t shake the thought that his sudden admission of feelings had caused you such distress that you didn’t even want to look at him anymore. Leaning closer, he enveloped you in his arms, his hand rubbing your back soothingly as he asked with a worried voice « What’s wrong darlin’? Talk to me ». You raise your head to meet his gaze, the distance between your faces now mere inches. Unsure of how to express yourself, you finally admitted « I didn’t know where to start… but I kinda feel the same way about you… for a while now…». At that moment, Draco couldn’t discern if it was a bloody prank of you or a genuine revelation, but he didn’t want to dwell on it. All he knew was that he had been waiting to hear those words from you for ages, losing his mind by imagining it during his sleepless nights, and now it was finally happening. He couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. With one finger, he gently lifted your chin and leans closer to you, not uttering a word, stopping himself less than a inch from your lips, a silent invitation awaiting your consent. Your body erupted in a flurry of sensations like a fireworks, your brain struggling to work properly due to the proximity to him, the intoxicating scent of his cologne which overwhelms you and the warmth of his minty breath on your lips. Yet, despite the chaos in your mind, you managed to understand his silent request and responded with a subtle nod.

Without wasting a single moment, he pulled you into a soft yet hunger-filled kiss. One hand gently rests at the back of your neck, deepening the embrace, while the other tenderly leans on your waist. Your wrists found their place on his shoulder, keeping him close. Your lips moved in perfect sync for a few seconds, as if they were made for each others. Neither of you wanted to break the kiss, savoring every moment of the electrifying connection between you. As he leaned back onto the bed, still kissing you, you found yourself almost hovering over him, lost in the intensity of the moment. When you were finally forced to pull away to catch your breath, he gazed at every feature of your face for a few precious seconds before breathlessly murmuring « Be mine, darling » You met his gaze with eyes sparkling with affection and whispered in return « I’ve always been yours, Draco ».

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adiraargent · 4 months

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Pillowtalk - Theodore Nott (Modern AU)

wc: 400 warnings: fluff, cuteness, established relationship, modern au summary: Theodore comes home to find you sleeping on the couch and picks you up, taking you to bed

Theodore pushed the door open with a soft click, the apartment swathed in a gentle, dim light. His eyes immediately sought you out, nestled on the couch, bathed in the soft glow from the lamp nearby. You lay there, surrounded by a fortress of blankets, your features serene in slumber.

A tender smile graced his lips as he approached, marveling at the sight of you, the way your hair cascaded over the cushions, framing your peaceful face. The quiet rhythm of your breathing filled the room, and his heart swelled with affection.

He knelt beside you, admiring the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the way your lashes brushed against your cheeks in the soft light. Theodore's fingers ghosted over the curve of your cheek, marveling at the warmth that radiated from you.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he whispered, his voice barely audible, not wanting to disturb your tranquil state. You stirred slightly at the sound, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Teddy?" Your voice was drowsy, laced with warmth as you murmured his name, barely awake.

"Yeah, it's me," he chuckled softly, his heart melting at the sound of your sleepy voice.

With infinite care, Theodore gathered you into his arms, relishing the weight of you against him, the way you instinctively snuggled closer, seeking his comfort even in your slumber.

"You're so cozy," you mumbled, your words a mere whisper against his chest, barely coherent.

"I know, sweetheart, but your bed's waiting," he murmured back, his tone filled with affection as he carried you toward the bedroom.

The warmth of your body against his, the softness of your breath against his neck—it filled him with an overwhelming sense of love and tenderness.

"Thank you, Teddy," you murmured, your voice a soft sigh as he gently laid you down on the bed, tucking the covers around you with careful precision.

"Always," he replied, his voice laced with fondness as he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Sleep tight, my love."

You sighed contentedly, the sensation of his kiss lingering like a sweet promise, and snuggled deeper into the pillows, feeling the comfort of his presence even in his absence. Theodore stood by the bedside, watching over you with adoration, before finally dimming the lights and quietly slipping out so he could go have a quick shower before joining you in bed

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mrsriddlenott · 8 months

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CAN U WRITE SOME MATTHEO RIDDLE SMUT?! I GOT AN IDEA!! The (fem) reader obsessed with mattheos abs arms viens hands- anyways- they’re making out in her dorm and she starts dry humping him and eventually c0ckw@arming Mattheo for litteraly hours on end and her skirt covers them up but they’re hanging out with their friends the whole time-

~ Patience ~

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Bf!Mattheo Riddle x Fem!reader

Thank you for the idea I’ve been wanting to do something like this so I hope you enjoy it🥰☺️

Warnings:Dom Sub Dynamics, Cockwarming,Orgasm Denial(?),Exhibitionism,Smut.

As soon as the bathroom door opened your eyes started roaming your boyfriend’s beautifully sculpted body as you unknowingly began chewing on your bottom lip, letting your eyes follow the drops of water trailing through the line between his abs.

“See something you like Pretty Girl?” Mattheo chuckled as he strutted out of the bathroom in only a towel. You lightly hummed at his words as your eyes traveled down his prominent veins on his wet biceps and forearms. Your eyes lingered on his large hand holding his towel together as he laughed at your obvious neediness.

“Something you want Princess?” Mattheo asked in a deep, teasing voice as he moved to where you sat cross legged on his bed.

“Yes Sir.” You almost immediately spoke, perking up at his closeness. In any other case you’d be embarrassed at your readiness to respond, but you were far too horny to care.

“Well, you’ll just have to be a good girl and be patient for me, our friends will be here any minute and I need to get dressed Baby,” Mattheo said in a voice laced in false pity before chuckling at your whine as he made his way to his dresser, dropping his towel and showing off his semi-hard dick for you to see. He took his time picking out his clothes as you watched him, squirming and clenching your thighs together. He dressed slowly before pulling you into a passionate kiss by your chin, shoving you to your back and caging you in his arms on his bed.

Mattheo had zero intention of giving you the release you were aching for as he let his fingers trail down your body, fingering the waistband of your skirt before moving back up to your neck, repeating his actions as you whined under him. Your lips moved in sync as his tongue explored your mouth, making you moan lightly and grind on his thigh desperately. He chuckled into your mouth as his door opened, pulling away and eyeing you as you huffed up at him.

“Hey Theo, did you bring it?” Mattheo asked, eyeing you with a smirk before leaving you shocked and frustrated on his bed as he stood to meet Theo and Blaise, walking to the small couch Mattheo had seated next to his bookshelf. You huffed as you sat up and eyed Mattheo who only smirked and sent you a wink before grabbing one of the joints Theo had brought.

“Patience Princess” Mattheo’s voice spoke in your head, making you jump slightly, drawing the attention of the other two boys.

“You okay y/n/n?” Blaise asked through a hit as he lit a joint for himself. You sighed and slightly jumped off the edge of Mattheo’s bed and made your way to his bathroom, feeling his eyes on you as you slammed the door behind you.

“Baby….I know you’re not seriously thinking about finishing alone….?” As you felt Mattheo’s mind searching through your own you pulled yourself up to sit on the counter of his sink, closing your eyes and focusing hard on filling your brain with images of you touching yourself.

It wasn’t even a full minute before Mattheo was rushing into the room and slamming the door behind him, you giggled at his frustration as he eyed you, still clothed and decent on the counter. However, instead of immediately throwing himself at you as you had expected, he roughly grabbed you by your wrist with a whispered growl of “Needy brat”, pulling you from the bathroom as you stumbled to keep up.

When you were dragged into his room you noticed now that Enzo and Draco had joined the others, filling the room with smoke and the smell of alcohol. Mattheo gently shoved you down onto his bed when you got to it, quickly following after you, hands immediately pulling you into his chest.

“Is this what you want? You want to be fucked in front of all our friends Princess?” He spoke in your thoughts, his lips ghosting over your neck, hands gripping your hips and rutting his hard dick against your behind. Your eyes widen as you noticed his hand falling to pull himself discreetly from his boxers and rest himself on the waistband of his grey sweats. Your mind raced with thoughts of him taking you with no care in the world as his mind invaded yours seeking consent.

“Don’t make a sound Baby, you’re gonna hold me while I think on your punishment for being such a needy little brat,” As his words filled your mind, he pushed himself fully inside of you, resting his arm over your waist and his head in your neck, pulling you close under the guise of innocent cuddling as your skirt hid his dick that was lost inside you to the hilt.

Mattheo groaned as you clenched around him, giving you a warning squeeze on your hip as he began conversation with Theo. You were growing more and more impatient as the conversation topic switched from quidditch to parties to holiday plans as you attempted to join in every once in a while, at Mattheo’s orders in your thoughts.

After the first hour you were already drenching the front of his sweats as he pulsed and twitched inside you at every little movement. He could admit, he was growing impatient as well, only he was much better at holding back than you ever were. He began teasing you in your mind as he allowed you to clench around him, ignoring the conversation with his friends as he watched you close your eyes in frustration at his words.

He chuckled at you, conveniently at the same moment Blaise made a joke that went unheard as Mattheo began filling your mind with dirty thoughts. Images of Mattheo pushing you to your stomach and pounding into you had you almost moaning as he warned you of the consequences of making any noise.

“Your pretty sounds are just for me Baby,” He’d speak through the images of the various positions he’d take you in after your friends decide to leave for their own manors.

After the second hour Mattheo began slowly, so slowly it was barley noticeable to even you at first, circling his hips, just as much for his release as yours. Your lips threatened to release moans as his tip rubbed against your g-spot over and over at every one of his movements. He breathed heavily as he restrained himself from destroying you in front of your stoned and drunk group of friends.

Mattheo feared one or all of the boys would see or even hear his actions but it only stirred him on further. The thought of being caught had him aching inside you as he made a mental note to discuss his new discovery with you later on.

As the third hour approached Mattheo decided he’d had enough of his own game. Shocking you as he abruptly pulled out of you, hiding the evidence of your actions as he told your friends you were tired, practically forcing them out the door with no further explanation before leaping back onto the bed.

His hands were immediately pulling your clothes off your body as you tugged at his. He was back inside you before either of you were fully unclothed. You skirt was pushed up your bare torso as he nipped and licked at your chest and neck. You gripped his bare, sweaty shoulders as he pounded into you, finally speaking out loud as he praised your patience.

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#mattheo riddle x fem!reader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle #smut #x yn #yn #harry potter #harry potter smut #hp #theodore nott #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fandom #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #lorenzo berkshire #oneshot #hp fanfic

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lacesgirl · 6 months

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rose is my worst enemy|riddle

summary: You fell in love with Riddle parings: Riddle x fem!reader warnings: Bad grammar word count: 1081 author's note: Excuse for all grammar mistakes but english is not my first language. I also haven't post my works for a long time so I hope you're gonna enjoy!

His dark hair was always agitated by curls more than the angry sea

His deep dark eyes in which I drown

Always emotionless

Just like his face

Always the same expression

Indifferent or furious yet too proud

Always stiff but jealous

Son of a Dark Lord

That's what they said about him but for me he was more than that

More than a man with an angelic face and unknowable feelings

To this day I remember how he gave me a red rose. I looked into his dark eyes and although they were indifferent, I drowned in them. My heart drowned in his eyes a long time ago. His face showed no emotions, and yet I felt so many. The touch of his hand lit me up like the sun lights up the desert sand. The hug he gave me unleashed a storm that destroyed everything.

"Y/n are you listening to me" Tom asked.

"Yeah, I just...I'm sorry I have some sort of problem with concentration lately" I responded.

"I can clearly tell. Especially when you're not excited for a potion lesson with Pansy. It's not like you two are doing anything there" Tom affirmed.

If only he can understand the storm that's ruining me. Maybe I should tell him.

"I think I need to..." I started but Pansy ran to our dormitory . "Y/n we have to go now. Today we'll be having the amortentia and you know that I have a dilemma if I like Mattheo or Draco more" she screamed, not noticing Mattheo's brother standing by the window.

"Fuck you Y/n" she shouted when she realized that Tom's here. I glanced and awkwardly smiled at her.

"You know, fuck you both. I'll be waiting outside. And Tom better not tell anyone what you heard" she said.

"It's not like I care about my brother," he said. Pansy glared at him and left, dramatically slamming the door. And that's what I love her for, because she doesn't pretend who she is and she doesn't pretend what she feels.

I sighed then got up from the bed and grabbed my bag. I slowly started to leave the room when Tom stopped me. He grabbed me tightly around the waist and looked at me. I could feel his dark eyes scanning not only my face but also my soul.

"You'd better smell my scent , because I'd be very disappointed to find out that one of your pathetic friends is messing with that pretty head of yours" he whispered. I placed a quick kiss on his cheek and left the room. Our relationship was too complicated for me to respond with something that wouldn't cause an argument.

"Finally. Why does it take you so long" Pansy asked. I rolled my eyes because I had a bad feeling and didn't want to discuss it with anyone. I didn't want her to worry. I had to discover what was wrong on my own.

All the way to the hall, I listened to Pansy debate the smells and consider which of the guys was the better choice. I couldn't help but smile. She was so real for that.

"Good luck" I whispered to her as we entered the hall.

From the very beginning I knew something was wrong. I could smell blood everywhere. I took a quick look around the guys to see if any of them were fighting again. There wasn't even a scratch on their faces.

"Why is she so yapping? It's not even a Slytherin party that she loves so much" Theo asked.

"Have you recently started smoking more again?" I asked him, as the smell of cigarettes entered my nostrils.

"First you change the subject and then insult me, as if you weren't asking if I'm up to smoke every fucking 5 minutes" Theo scoffed.

"I'm sorry" I laughed. "Today Pansy is choosing her love," I added. Theo gave me a pity look. I knew what he meant. Countless times he escorted me and Pansy drunk from Hogsmead to the room. He had to listen to my complaints that I wasn't drunk and he should leave me there, and had to listen to Pansy debate over which boy she likes more.

Good to be Pansy, who doesn't have to care which boy she loves more and which boy she truly likes.

And then he walked in.

I could feel that he was looking at me, however, I pretended not to see him and unmoved chatted with Theo. More and more people were gathering in the classroom. I wasn't Slughorn's favorite student and I was going to class only to gossip with Pansy, annoy Mattheo, and copy everything from Blaise and Enzo. So I went to the back of the class, leaving Theo while keeping an eye on Pansy.

I could feel that he was staring at me all the time. Dark eyes trying to penetrate my soul but I tried so hard to brush it off. I tried so hard to stop the storm I felt. I couldn't concentrate but I pretended I was. The scent of blood, cigarettes and perfume gave me a headache. I could feel it permeating me to the marrow of my bones. No matter how hard I tried to deny it and smell the scent of death, pride and books, I couldn't. The storm in my heart raged more and more.

I didn't even notice when Slughorn started the lesson but here we are. Hermione was always ready to answer, so others didn't have to worry.

"And now this one... Yes, my dear" Horace Slughorn asked.

"Amortentia" Hermione answered.

"That's right. It would be foolish to ask, but I suppose you know what it does" he asked again.

"It's the most powerful love potion in the world," Hermione replied.

"Correct! You recognized it, I assume, by the distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen" teacher examined.

"And the steam rising in characteristic spirals. As for its smell, it's different to each person, depending on what attracts them most, " the student observed.

Whole class was busy debating with Slughorn, and I watched Pansy. At first, I couldn't read her thoughts. Then she stood next to Malfoy and winked at me.

Then I felt his hands wrapping around my waist.

In moments like this life is what you make it. But sometimes, even after the worst storm, the sun appeared and the rose bushes could bloom again.

"I smell your scent too Mattheo" I whispered quietly, squeezing his hand.

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petriwriting · 6 months

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I'll always stand up for you - Theodore Nott X Reader

A/N: Fixed up the spacing to make it easier to read this time.

Summary: Theo gets himself into a fight, Y/n has to patch him up.

*Fluff

The slytherin common room was very quiet, and empty. Y/n for once was the only student in the room. It was late at night, so it would’ve made perfect sense that many people were up in their rooms sleeping. Although it was odd y/n hadn’t seen anyone come or go yet, although that would certainly change.

“Theodore?”

Y/n asked quietly, they were sat in the slytherin common room with a book, reading intently until Theo’s suspicious behavior became alarming.

Theo was holding something over his mouth. his left eye was puffy and red. It would without a doubt leave a nasty bruise. They were very close, sharing secrets and walking to class together. Theo especially knew how to make y/n smile after a hard day. He was sweet and kind when he wanted to be, especially towards y/n. It wasn’t until incredibly recently that they had, in fact, developed feelings for Theodore.

“Theo,”

Y/n offered again, setting the book aside. Theo had walked in, hoping to sneak away to his dorm unnoticed by anyone, but y/n had been up late reading on that particular evening. The common room was cozy, and quiet at that hour.

“Yes?” Theodore asked, trying to keep his face away from the light of the fireplace, but ultimately it was no use. Y/n could see he was holding the handkerchief he had kept in his satchel full of class supplies. It looked bloodied. Which made Y/n’s heart race, they immediately stood and walked promptly over to the boy.

“What happened.”

Y/n’s voice was full of concern, but Theo pulled away slightly. “Nothing I couldn’t handle,” he says downplaying what had really happened. His eyes looked tired, with the way he had entered the common room, y/n knew he was sore, and had likely been in a fight from the early stages of a black eye.

“Let me see, please.” Y/n’s voice was soft, but sweet. Theo could feel his heart flutter. He removed his hand from his lip, revealing a split across his bottom lip smeared with blood. He was likely punched in the jaw, no doubt. It made y/n angry to think that someone would do that. “May I?” Y/n offered, taking the handkerchief from the boy and gesturing for him to sit on the leather furniture facing the fireplace. Yn tilted Theo's chin up to get a better look at his face, examining his features. Yn delicately thumbed away a streak of blood from Theo's mouth, saying nothing and instead frowning. His features were then illuminated by the fire light, a scratch on his cheek, what would become a black eye in the morning, and the split on his lip. It was disheartening to see him in that state, as he had flinched when he sat down and looked like he was suffering.

“Who did this to you?”

“Some lowlife gryffindor, and his friends.” Theo said with a gentle sigh. Y/n grabbed the handkerchief and gently dabbed the blood off his cheek and lip, paying special attention to try and not hurt him even more. “You have to be more careful.” Y/n said, slightly disappointed.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Theo admitted, “They were saying things about you.”

Y/n felt flushed at the thought of Theo defending them, especially in a fight. It was a romantic gesture, but they were also frustrated he didn’t just walk away. It wasn’t incredibly common that Theodore came home with bruises from fights, but it did happen. Especially when someone would speak Ill of his friends and family.

“They said you weren’t worth the trouble, that you’re a nasty person.” Y/n let out a sigh, grabbing their school bag and digging out a small container with a green balm in it. Some kind of healing concoction from herbology class. Y/n was listening to Theo, but was intent on healing him. Taking a small amount on their thumb, they gently brushed it over his cheek, and slowly and delicately over his lip.

“It’s not true, you know.”

“What?”

“That you’re a nasty person.”

“It doesn’t matter Theo-“

“No. It does matter. To me. I think you are absolutely lovely. I won’t ever let them-or anyone speak badly of someone that I love.”

Y/n paused, if it weren’t for the low lighting and the warm glow from the fireplace Theo would’ve certainly seen them blushing.

“. . .you, love me?”

Y/n asked, quite elated at the thought of Theo saying those three words.

“Well I better because I took quite a few hits to avoid another detention.” Theo smiled softly. It was likely on a field trip outside of school, someplace where he couldn’t use magic. He was quick witted and skilled at dueling, but when it came to physical fights it seemed like whoever it was certainly had a stronger build. Y/n chuckled softly, but before they could speak Theo began again, “Of course I love you, y/n.”

“Teddy,”

“No I do. I can’t deny those feelings.”

“Please don’t go picking fights for me anymore, I absolutely hate that you were hurt,” y/n shook their head slightly. unsure of how to express the feelings of butterflies in their chest. The feeling of young love.

“I love you too much to ever see you hurt at all.”

“Listen, the next time I see those bastards they’ll be the ones hurt and in the hospital wing I can guarantee that.”

“Please be careful.”

“I won’t be sorry for defending your name.”

Y/n brushed the rest of the blood off their chin, gently grazing his soft skin.

Theo locked eyes, it was a tender moment. It was sentimental, and kind. For a second he wondered what it would be like to kiss them.

“You don’t have to defend me.”

“I know.”, “. . . I know,”

With their eyes locked, and y/n’s hand near Theo’s wounded face, their heart was racing fast from being so nervous. Theo felt a rush, and then decided to cross the line between friends and lovers. He gently grabbed the side of y/n’s cheek cradled in his hand and pressed their lips together softly. It was a brief kiss but it was meaningful. When they pulled back, y/n remained close looking into his blue eyes. They reminded y/n of the sea. Almost forehead to forehead, in this intimate moment y/n broke the silence finally with a bare whisper, getting a smile out of Theo and a slight laugh.

“I love you, I have for a while, … but don’t you dare get yourself beat up over me again.”

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remusbutfemale · 6 months

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Theodore nott x fem!reader

Smut (18+ but yk I cant control what u read)

-choking? It’s mentioned once, finishing inside, barely any plot lols

Theodore was sitting in his dorm room, it was Christmas and his dorm was empty; just him.

He was supposed to go back home that day, but his parents would be a couple days late.

He was bored out of his mind, all his friends were gone, and the only people here were the people he never talked to; nor wanted to.

A knock on the door shook him out of his thoughts, confused he shouted “come in”. The door opened and yn came in, “I thought you left?” Theo asked, sitting up straight on his bed.

“Parents are gonna be late, assuming yours are too?” She asked and closed the door behind her and walked over to his bed. “Yeah, I don’t understand why they’ll be late— it’s not like they have any other shit going on” theo scoffed and laid his head back again, yn got on the other side of the bed, and laughed slightly, “always so dramatic, the weather is horrid— it’s kinda understandable they’ll be late, y’know?” Yn said as she fixed her sweatshirt, laying on his bed, facing him, closing her eyes.

Theo sighed and shrugged “I guess, it's still stupid though”, he turned his body and stared at her, she opened her eyes, staring back at him. Their eyes on each other's faces. Neither of them said a word; just looking, theo closed his eyes.

“C’mere”

He whispered, then opened his eyes. Yn scooted closer to theo, he stared at her some more “it’s been too long, and it’ll probably be our last— I need you Yn” he whispered. Yn blushed and shook her head “you're something else nott,” she murmured.

“What do you need?”

Yn was a whining mess as theo worked his fingers in and out of her, “pleasepleaseplease” she whimpered, back arching a bit, her sweater lifted up her body showing her breasts.

Theo stared at her smirking, slowly stroking himself; “what do you need?” He cooed.

“In me-ah!— want you in me! Please wanna make you feel— feel good” Yn stuttered out.

Theo moved in between her legs, then smirked as she looked at him, need in her eyes.

“Oh how could I ever turn my girl down? Want me that bad— how pathetic” he said, rubbing his tip over her slit. “Please” she whimpered out again, he shoved into her; she gasped, the gasp turning into breathless moans and pleads.

“Taking me so— fuck!- so well, good girl” he moaned, letting one of his hands go to her throat, lightly adding pressure; making her tighten even more. “Fuck— yn.. honey” he whined into her ear.

He was noisy, he couldn’t help himself; it was too much, it’s been too long since he’s felt her. He couldn’t stop the movement of his hips, going fast then slow, his movements jagged.

“M’so close sh-shit Yn— fuck” he whimpered breathlessly, his head in the curve of her neck.

Her arms were wrapped lazily around his neck, her legs around his waist; begging him to finish in her.

“Please theo— please need it so ba-agh!— bad please fuck.. wanna be full of you”

He was losing it, her moans and begging were getting to him. He grunted into her neck “keep begging— c’mon baby—fuck- beg for me, beg for my cum” he murmured, yn whimpered “please theo— need it so bad.. I wanna feel you! Please theo!” She whined; arching her back even more.

Yn came undone, her moans louder.

Theo groaned into her neck, finishing in her; letting his thrusts slow down. He slowly pulled out, watching how his cum slowly slipped out, “so pretty” her murmured staring at her body then her face, seeing how her face was flushed, how her breathing slowed.

#theo nott #soft theo nott #theodore nott #theodore nott smut #theo nott smut #smut #x reader #x fem!reader #hp fanfic #slytherin #hogwarts fanfiction #idk what tags to use #idk how tags work #sigh idk

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patrophthia · 10 months

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just curious | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: angst, mutual pining (but they don’t get together boo 👎👎👎 me), theodore wears glasses (yes that’s it’s own genre), reader is called princess by everyone bc i didn’t want to use yn in this

wc: 2.2k

note: i wrote this in two hours while listening to super shy - new jeans (intended for it to be a cute fic) and ended up with this angsty little piece, it’s a wip i ended up abandoning but am putting it up for anyone who might like that sexy pining genre of not ending up tgt, also was gonna stay on my docs but got too emotionally attached to not post it (you better talk to me about this theo or i will cry)

Theodore is a friend of Draco. That's how you know him. Theodore Nott: the tall, cute, and quiet friend of Draco's who's eyes —when he smiles, like really smile, curves upwards in an adorable manner. Theodore who, whenever you were to hang out with Draco's friend group, keeps a closed off expression that is so hard to gauge and read that you gave up the second time you met the lad.

The door clicks open and you prepare yourself for what's to come next, taking in a deep breath as you try your hardest to play it cool. Theodore steps into Draco's living room, shopping bags in his hand as Pansy follows him from a few steps behind.

You try not to think too much of it, friends hold shopping bags for their friends all the time, it's only natural. Pansy smiles when she meets your eyes, her voice soft as she nags you on why she hasn't seen you in so long. "Draco ought to bring you around more, I know you're his friend before ours but there's no reason for him to keep you to himself like he does."

Draco scoffs at that, "it's not like I don't invite her, she just doesn't want to come to stuff."

That's not exactly true though. You do want to come to stuff —if anything you loved going to them, Draco's friends have always been very welcoming and accommodated to your every need; it's just that every time you were to spend time with them, it seems like you can't take your eyes off of one particular person (hint: it's not Draco himself).

And quite honestly, you doubted whether he even knows your name. "In my defence, work has been hectic," you deflect with a small laugh, your eyes betrays you and drift to where the real reason stood. Theodore meets your eyes straight on, and offers you a nod as if he's only noticing you now and was saying his greetings. Yeah, he definitely does not know your name. "But I'm here now so let's enjoy it."

Pansy pouts but let's up when Astoria calls for your group of friends from the kitchen, Blaise right behind her with an apron wrapped around his stature. "Well?" He cocks his head. "What are we waiting for?"

Dinner went by smoothly, mostly Blaise stuffing you with his cooking and Pansy catching up with; asking every question she could possibly think of. You didn't mind if for the most part, actually quite enjoying the attention as the group went on and on. "You're shy, aren't you?"

The question is weird, and not exactly directed at you so you turn back to your plate as you take a bite of Blaise's lasagna (Draco helped cook the noodles for this, he wants you to keep this in mind). You feel something kick mid-chew, looking up to the person sitting opposing you; only to see Theodore with his full focus on Pansy.

You turn to her as well and she laughs as she repeats her words. "You're shy, aren't you?"

"Not really?" You don't think you are, not really. You're just trying your hardest not to make it obvious that you're interested in someone at this very table who does not seem to be interested in you one bit. "At least I don't think I am."

Astoria laughs kindly, finding you cute as she says: "you've just been quiet today, you're never like this with Draco and I."

Yeah well Draco and Astoria weren't plaguing your every thought every time you were within one metres of them. "Oh." you murmur. "I guess I'm a bit tired today."

"Work?" Blaise suggests and you shake your head. "What is it then?"

"Just Boy problems," you say off-handedly, quickly regretting it when their faces turn to one of interest. "But it's nothing big, I promise."

"Are you seriously going to tell us that and not elaborate?" Draco looks offended, hell, he feels offended that you weren't elaborating. "What did that dickhead do?"

Your heart warms at the fact that your friend cares about you enough to immediately hate on whoever might be causing you boy problems but are quick to dismiss the situation. "Nothing, drop it."

From the look on their faces, it looks as if they weren't going to drop it anytime soon. Pansy opens her mouth, ready to say something when Theodore clears his throat, letting you hear his voice for the first time tonight. "Why don't you tell them about who you saw at the shops today, Pans."

Her eyes light up suddenly, going off on how she ran into her scumbag of an ex boyfriend as she was shopping for a new dress. Your eyes found Theodore's, sending him a small smile as you mentally note down on how you'd have to thank him for it later.

And when he offers you a small smile in return, his dark eyes softening —yet not enough for you to see those half moons you hold oh so dear to your heart, you try to remind yourself that he is nothing but a man doing the bare minimum.

"Stay the night," Astoria says softly, "it's late, Princess. I can't have you heading back on your own at this hour."

As much as it sounded pleasant, you can't help but feel like you might be intruding their night (even though you've spent countless night crashing at their place after a bad break up before, you guess that it's just different now that you weren't staying to cure a broken heart with a comforting shoulder —Astoria— and someone bad mouthing your ex —Draco—). "I can't," you tell them. "And trust me, I'll be fine."

Draco isn't chuffed by your answer, looking apprehensive as he thought everything over. Blaise and Pansy left for their shared apartment mere minutes ago so it wasn't like he could ensure your safety with them. But someone else was still here though, "Nott, can you take her home?"

Theodore startles from his spot by the coat rack, pausing with one arm in his coat as he looks at Draco like a deer caught in headlights. Cute. He then glances at you before hesitantly nodding.

This is bad. Oh god. Okay.

"Great," Astoria says with a smile. "Take care of our Princess, please." She then turns to look at you. "Call me when you get home safely, okay?"

At your nod, she hugs you goodbye and sends you out the door. Theodore walking slowly by your side. He's silent when he opens his car door for you and you try your best not to swoon. "Thank you."

He hums in acknowledgment as he walks over to the driver's side, Theodore does a double check to make sure you had your seatbelt on before he started the car. The ride is quiet, save from the song playing from the radio; a familiar tune you can't place a finger on.

He asks for your directions and you tell him, sneaking glances as you did so. His hair is longer than it was the last time you saw him —but to be fair, it has been months since you did; a few dark strands cover his eyes and you resist the urge to reach out and push them away. Maybe even taking out a hair clip from your purse to pin it back just so he wouldn't have to deal with it again.

It's calm and overwhelming at the same time, sitting so still and tranquil next to Theodore like this. You want to say something, you want him to say something; anything if meant you get to hear his voice again. If it meant you get a chance to memorise it and compartmentalise it in a folder that is ardently his.

"Oh thank you by the way." He looks at you for a split second before turning his focus back to the road. "For switching the topic back there."

Theodore only nods and you try not to cry. Why won't he speak? It's almost like he doesn't even want you to be interested in him.

"I really do appreciate it."

He hums this time around, a low note vibrating from his chest. It's either a nod or a hum, that's all you're ever going to get from Theodore, huh?

You bite the inside of your cheeks, looking straight at the road as you did so. Should you even attempt to make small talk? All your attempts have been futile so far so why even try. You didn't mean to huff, or at least not as loud as you did, your arms instinctively as you looked out the window absentmindedly.

This catches Theodore's attention though, prompting to finally say something. "Thinking about those boy problems again?"

You don't answer him, you don't let yourself feel the satisfaction of finally hearing him speak for the second time tonight. You don't say anything related to that topic whatsoever. "Do you have a girlfriend, Theodore?"

You can hear the hitch in his breath, see the surprise in his rapid blinks, feel the shift in the air. The car pulls to a stop at a red light, the tail lights of a car a few metres in front of you shines your faces the same shade.

He looks at you and you hope —no pray, that he doesn't notice the sparkle in your eyes as you look at him. Or maybe you do, you can't tell anymore. The only thing you can tell is that you are so incredibly into Theodore Nott, and him driving you home is not helping your case at all.

"No," he says earnestly. You don't let your eyes flicker to his lips, you don't let your eyes flicker to anything else but his eyes, trying to gauge him for something; anything, only to end up finding nothing. "Why are you asking?"

A car honks from behind, breaking the two of you away from your trance. "Just curious."

You thank Theodore as he pulls to a stop outside your house, he —just like you would expect from Theodore Nott, only nods at your thanks. And when you bid him goodbye with one leg out of his car.

He tells you, "Goodnight, Princess."

Princess, that's what your friends called you. That's what Draco Malfoy called you at the ripe age of ten years old where the two of you would play royalty and would later be his favourite nickname for you, then further on your other friend's choice of name for you. That's what Theodore Nott calls you because he does not know your name.

"Goodnight, Theodore." You shut his car door behind you, and take a few steps to your front door before turning over your shoulder. Looking back at him at once, finding him reaching for his glasses within his glove compartment; ones with round wired frames that settle flatteringly on his high nose bridge. He shuts his glove compartment box and you turn back to your front door. And unbeknownst to you, with your back to him, Theodore turns to look at you once, and then, twice when you finally enter your house, before finally driving off and into the night.

Curiosity kills the cat, that’s what Theodore thinks as he unlocks his front door. Curiosity kills the cat, is what he reminds himself time and time again as he sheds off his jacket. Curiosity kills the cat, that’s what he knows from the start. But how could curiosity really kill the cat if it was already dying?

If it had already yearned for something for long; a clenching thirst yet to be fulfilled, if it was already wailing to just be held, would curiosity really kill it then?

It's weird. It's weird how —now that he thinks of it, he can't seem to recall you ever going on a date. Not a single one. While him on the other hand; yeah, he can't exactly count the amount of dates he’s gone on in the past month on one hand.

It's not entirely his fault though, he’s trying to put himself out there; trying to find the one despite knowing that said one is constantly running around the back of his mind and was sitting in his passenger seat mere minutes ago. But he chooses to ignore it because one, it's wrong and there was no way you could ever reciprocate his feelings. And two, even if you were to reciprocate his feelings, he will never cross the line between platonic and romantic.

He’d take the endless yearning over any potential heartbreak any day because the second he crosses the line, there's no turning back. And no amount of romantic feelings you might have for one another will make up for the years of friendship between him, you, and most importantly, Draco. The blond was your best friend before anything else, and he doubts you’d ever risk ruining your friendship for someone like him.

So, for now, he’d settled for the guilt he feels every time he sees you; he’ll hold back on his urges even though it’s clearer to him now, in this very night, than ever that you are as infatuated with him as he is with you.

He’ll take off his glasses, he’ll place them by his bedside table, he’ll lay in his bed, cold and alone, he’ll try to fall asleep and not think of you, he’ll try and try to make it through tomorrow, make it through the date that Blaise had set up (yet again) for him that will inevitably be the worse hours of his life and think about what it be like had his date been you instead.

— from bee: yeah i wrote this theodore with jeon wonwoo in mind so what about it?? theodore is so wonwoo coded idc idc

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